05-25-2010, 05:31 AM
WC: 456.
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There was little communication between the two canines. She felt a little undermined by the Aquila, and it came to mind to simply be on her way, but considering the recent developments in her lifestyle and in whom she shared her moments with, it became apparent that she wanted to make an effort with the pack – and what best way to do so than to converse with their leader. It showed Snake how much she cared about him, or at least, that was the thought that came to mind. Others would probably view it as ignorance, or perhaps just plain stupidity. It was no matter though; not caring about what others thoughts was a trait she prided herself on - and even though it was not always a lingering trait, it served her well at the moment.
Shaking down her pelt, the obsidian female stared blankly at the male. His multi-toned pelt clashed greatly with the shades of her own, and his emotionless coals seemed to return a similar gaze of emptiness. This, in a strange way, brought some kind of comfort to their situation – he was similar, he was empty. And though she often found solace in the arms of her lover, it would be a constant feeling nonetheless. It was her makeup, her identity. She was destined to feel alone, or empty; she was destined to stalk depression as much as it stalked her. She was self-destructive, and that would never change.
Nodding finally, in a vain attempt to break the thoughtful silence, her breaths rose in her chest. There was something irritating about the attitude of the high ranking canine that stood before her. He seemed a little uncaring of her kind – and though she had no doubts that he had his reasons, she prayed that her niceness was returned once in a while. It was the nothing unusual however, they were all the same. Why would he be any different?
“I understand,” she growled bluntly, the words erupting from the depths of her throat without any, or very little, thought. “How would one go about an invitation then?” Unintentionally there lay sarcasm in her tone; it was a habit more than something that she wanted to display. She momentarily trailed off her thoughts to try and cover herself from any possible anger that could be displayed for her spoken sign of disrespect, but due to her insubordinate way of thinking, she decided to take whatever came from it, and simply bite her tongue next time this sort of thing arose. Silly, silly Lucia... “You seem to study me a lot?” she whispered, attempting to change the subject, in hopes he would not threaten to tear her limb from limb. “Why is that?”
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There was little communication between the two canines. She felt a little undermined by the Aquila, and it came to mind to simply be on her way, but considering the recent developments in her lifestyle and in whom she shared her moments with, it became apparent that she wanted to make an effort with the pack – and what best way to do so than to converse with their leader. It showed Snake how much she cared about him, or at least, that was the thought that came to mind. Others would probably view it as ignorance, or perhaps just plain stupidity. It was no matter though; not caring about what others thoughts was a trait she prided herself on - and even though it was not always a lingering trait, it served her well at the moment.
Shaking down her pelt, the obsidian female stared blankly at the male. His multi-toned pelt clashed greatly with the shades of her own, and his emotionless coals seemed to return a similar gaze of emptiness. This, in a strange way, brought some kind of comfort to their situation – he was similar, he was empty. And though she often found solace in the arms of her lover, it would be a constant feeling nonetheless. It was her makeup, her identity. She was destined to feel alone, or empty; she was destined to stalk depression as much as it stalked her. She was self-destructive, and that would never change.
Nodding finally, in a vain attempt to break the thoughtful silence, her breaths rose in her chest. There was something irritating about the attitude of the high ranking canine that stood before her. He seemed a little uncaring of her kind – and though she had no doubts that he had his reasons, she prayed that her niceness was returned once in a while. It was the nothing unusual however, they were all the same. Why would he be any different?
“I understand,” she growled bluntly, the words erupting from the depths of her throat without any, or very little, thought. “How would one go about an invitation then?” Unintentionally there lay sarcasm in her tone; it was a habit more than something that she wanted to display. She momentarily trailed off her thoughts to try and cover herself from any possible anger that could be displayed for her spoken sign of disrespect, but due to her insubordinate way of thinking, she decided to take whatever came from it, and simply bite her tongue next time this sort of thing arose. Silly, silly Lucia... “You seem to study me a lot?” she whispered, attempting to change the subject, in hopes he would not threaten to tear her limb from limb. “Why is that?”